Mere kahani ki shuruvat mere bade papa ki ladki se hui unka nam richa hai or wo mujhse kareeb mujhse 2 sal badi hai. Aaj bhi meri family gav (village)...me rahti hai jabki bade papa apne family ke sath shahar me. Bachpan me jab ham log eksath rahte the tabhi mujhe didi ne apne chut ka swad de diya tha.Ham log akele sote the jha wo mujhse apni chut chatwati thi or mai maje se unki chut chatta or chut ras pita tha.Uske bad wo log shahar me shift ho gye jabki ham log gav me rahe. Class ke bad aage. I'm on the chair facing you. That's right, sitting primly here with my knees together. I'm in that favourite little skirt you like so much, the short blue tartan one – yes, I can see you looking at it now. And my navy knee-high socks which go so well with my red heels. And to complete the look, I've got my white shirt on with the school tie loose around my collar.You like it when I dress like this, don't you? Especially when I peer coyly at you from behind my sexy oval-framed glasses; that. They could feel each other though the thin skin that serapated the two holes. They got a good rythum going and started pounding Henry's aunt pussy and ass. Margaret hadn't gang fucked in a long, long time. Now she was being fuckedby two of the biggest cocks she had ever had. She could feel every vein, everyridge, every throb of the horse cocks in her ass and cunt. Margaret was cumminglike she had never cum before. She was delirious with the pleasure the dickswere giving her. Margaret had. The events described here are imaginary, the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ********* At dawn, in a couple of hours from now, I have to fight a duel. Major Simon has chosen pistols and he’s a deadly shot. I will die. He insulted my wife by calling her a whore. I challenged him to a duel. It would be easier and quicker to blow my own brains out. It doesn’t matter that my wife behaves like a whore. She does. But telling.